The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

In the small courtyard of the Zhao family, there is currently a couple chatting in the main room.

"Old Zhao, how are you? Is there any news?"

The man leaned against the sofa, exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, then slowly sat upright and flicked the ash in his hand into the ashtray.

"There's news. Just as you thought, Xiu Qin does have a partner." The man's face didn't show much emotion.

"Ah! Whose child is it? It can't be Gao Dayong, right? I worry about this child every day. If she finds a partner, just say something." The woman looked excited.

The man looked up at the woman and said, "She is a rag collector."

"What?! Are you kidding me?!" The woman looked incredulous.

"It's a scrap collection station in Jiaodaokou Street. I'm still an apprentice. I won't be able to become a regular worker until next year..."

"Then you can still sit here and talk nonsense with me. Get the child back quickly," he said, already standing up.

"No matter how old you are, you are still so anxious. Sit down, it's not as bad as you think."

"Ah, his family situation is good?"

"Uh! This..."

"You should say, don't do this or that, I'm so anxious."

"Let's talk about the boy's job first!", the man wanted to change the subject.

The woman has a confused look on her face. They have been married for many years, and every time her husband changes the subject like this, it means that the topic is not good.

"No, you have to tell me about his family situation first!" The woman showed her stubbornness.

The man looked regretful for explaining his family situation in advance. He sucked down half of the cigarette in one gulp, and then coughed violently.

The man's trick was successful, and the woman quickly handed the tea into the man's hand.

The man took a few pecks and his cough eased.

The woman helped him along his back and kept complaining, "I asked you to quit smoking, but you insist on smoking. Smoking is harmful to health."

The man waved his hand, drank a few more sips of tea, coughed a few times, and looked at the woman.

"I think the boy is pretty good and has a sense of innovation. It is because of several of his inventions that the street scrap collection station became the current machinery factory.

As a man, you just have an attitude of not admitting defeat. As long as you keep working hard and we can help you a little bit, it shouldn't be too bad.

And the two of them are in love with each other.

My daughter finally found one that she is satisfied with, so I think she can take a look.”

"What are you talking about? It will be your precious daughter who will suffer the consequences."

"No, you have to believe our daughter."

"Huh! I don't believe that bad boy."

"Don't interrupt, tell me his specific situation quickly, don't try to fool me."

"The young man's name is Li Yuan. He is 18 years old, a few months younger than his daughter. His parents died young and he is now an orphan."

"What?! He's younger than Xiuqin, how can this be done?! And he's still an orphan. He has to jump all by himself. No matter how powerful he is, what's the use?

I firmly disagree with this marriage, and I cannot let my precious daughter suffer with him."

"If you don't understand your daughter's temper, don't do the opposite."

"Everything else is fine, but life-long events cannot be left to her own whim."

"I think as long as the two of them love each other and work hard together, it should be fine. Not to mention us!"

"Don't even think about it. Our poor resources have to be left to her eldest brother. If her man can't be our help, he can't be our resistance either."

"You have such a bad idea. Remember that we also came from nothing."

"Yes, we have come this way, but what have we experienced? The tragic death of relatives and friends, the farewell of friends, the departure of comrades..."

As she said this, she couldn't help crying.

The man looked at her, looking up at the sky, his eyes red, silent.

After a few minutes, the cries slowly turned into sobs.

"You men have greater ideals, but I am a woman and I only think about the hardships we have endured. I cannot let my children go through it again. This man is not suitable. I will find a way. You can leave it alone."

The man patted her shoulder lightly, stood up and walked to the desk, "Forget it, you can figure it out, but there is one requirement. It must not affect the boy's future."

"Don't worry, I know what to do." The woman had stopped crying and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her eyes firm.

The man is Zhao Xiuqin's father, named Zhao Youan, and the woman is her mother, named Wu Xia.

At 3:, Zhao Xiuqin opened the door while humming a song.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back!", she happily greeted her parents in the room.

But suddenly I realized something, and carefully sat down next to my mother. Looking at her still a little red and swollen eyes, I suddenly felt uneasy in my heart.

"Mom, are you crying? What happened?"

Wu Xia sat upright and looked at Zhao Xiuqin seriously.

"Xiu Qin, we all know about you and Li Yuan."

Zhao Xiuqin's heart suddenly suddenly felt bad, and the bad feeling became even stronger. The words she had thought of in the past suddenly disappeared.

"Mom..." Wu Xia raised her palms to stop Zhao Xiuqin's words.

"Xiu Qin, you know your mother well. Please settle things with Li Yuan as soon as possible."

Zhao Xiuqin's tears immediately fell like a waterfall, and she looked at her father in confusion.

Old Zhao looked at the information in his hand, which seemed very important, and frowned tightly.

She turned her gaze back, her eyes becoming blurry, and her usually amiable mother's face became erratic and distorted.

"As long as you break up, I will take care of him properly and make his career smoother, otherwise you know it."

When Lao Zhao turned around, Wu Xia raised her palms towards him to stop him from speaking.

He sighed secretly and continued to read the information.

Zhao Xiuqin wiped away her tears and thought about fighting for it.

"Since you have investigated him, you should know that he is excellent and his future is immeasurable."

“There is no shortage of outstanding people in Kyoto, but there is a shortage of resources and opportunities.”

"That's different, he's better, more..."

"Same!" Wu Xia interrupted Zhao Xiuqin.

She turned to Lao Zhao and said, "Dad, please say some fair words."

"Neither your mother nor I want you to suffer." Lao Zhao did not raise his head, his cheeks kept rising and falling.

She leaned against the back of the sofa dejectedly, her face turning pale.

Suddenly she thought of something and her face turned from white to red.

Wu Xia had been paying attention to her expression, and when she saw the fire in her eyes, she realized something, "As long as you meet again, I will do whatever it takes!".

Zhao Xiuqin stared at her mother angrily, while Wu Xia's eyes were firm and sharp.

At this time, she thought of the artillery fire when she was a child, and how her mother chased a man until he was frothing at the mouth in order to chase a spy.

The look in her eyes was disappearing, and she stood up suddenly, roared loudly, "I hate you!", then ran back to the west room and closed the door forcefully.

Old Zhao put down the information, looked at the door of the west room, and then looked at Wu Xia. At this time, her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Is it too intense?"

"It's easy to break up at the beginning. You also know her temperament, so you can't delay."

Old Zhao opened his mouth, but in the end he just sighed.